After explaining this matter, Jiang Hanyi immediately closed his eyes and slowly fell to the ground.
"Don't worry, leave the rest to me!"
Tang Ming picked up the sword blade, pointed it at his rotten wound, then gritted his teeth and stabbed it.
"puff!"
The rotten flesh and blood was instantly cut off, and Tang Ming also let out a miserable scream.
Even Tang Ming, who was often hit hard, couldn't bear the pain of scraping away his flesh and blood.
After cutting off the flesh, Tang Ming squeezed out the last of his spiritual power and began to repair his injuries. Unfortunately, he lost too much flesh and blood, and there was no way to form a blood scab. The coagulated blood would be broken if moved even slightly.
For this reason, Tang Ming could only fit the Ice Phoenix Armor on his damaged skin. The cold and biting pain hit him instantly, making Tang Ming take a breath.
In conjunction with the unique properties of the Ice Phoenix Armor, the wound was frozen, at least in this way to fill in the lost flesh and blood tissue, so that a large amount of blood would not be lost.
After doing all this, Tang Ming moved his damaged body and continued to move forward, because this time was his best chance to kill Mu Qingyun. The first two times were because he could not control his body independently.
And this time, it will be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
He picked up the sword and walked forward step by step.
When he heard the sound of the sword blade rubbing against the ground, Mu Qingyun also noticed Tang Ming approaching with his sword in hand.
When he looked at his eyes that were already full of hatred, he knew that the other party couldn't give up so easily.
"It seems that you have finally made up your mind to kill me." Mu Qingyun said coldly.
Tang Ming said nothing and continued to walk with the sword. He secretly vowed to kill the person in front of him.
The disciples in Canglan Holy Land were almost completely wiped out, and it was all planned by this guy. It was clear that many of the disciples in the Holy Land had relatives whose blood was thicker than blood, but he insisted on driving them all away and killing them.
Even in view of the rules of the covenant, those disciples who no longer have the ability to resist should be spared, but he did not, and instead did such a cruel thing.
Looking at the remains of the corpses on the ground, Tang Ming had a cold look on his face.
Everything started because of him.
If it weren't for his jealousy, it wouldn't have led to this result.
If the other party could be magnanimous and did not stab the blade in the back, maybe the two peerless saints that countless swordsmen disciples talked about in the past were really not just a dream.
However, everything has become a thing of the past.
Today, the cause and effect between the two of them should end at this moment.
After making up his mind, Tang Ming didn't hesitate at all and immediately swung the sword in his hand.
Mu Qingyun did not sit still and wait for death. Even though his movements were somewhat restricted by several feathers on his body, he still used his sword skills to block all the opponent's sword skills.
"Qiang"
A faint collision sounded.
Both of them were almost at the end of their game, but Tang Ming had countless people pushing him behind him. Without their help, he would not have been able to reach this point.
"This sword is for all Canglan Holy Land disciples!"
"Bah!"
The sword blade pierced the opponent's arm, knocking the blood-dust sword in his hand to the ground.
"Clang!"
The blood sword fell to the ground, and Mu Qingyun, who lost the protection of the blood dust sword, immediately spurted out blood from the injuries on his body.
"This sword is for my sister who is in a coma!"
"Bah!"
The blade of the sword pierced his thigh, instantly defeating his support point. There was only a "pop" sound, and Mu Qingyun knelt on the ground. The majestic saint of the holy land of swordsmanship, but at this moment, there was no trace of dignity, only a defeated figure.
At this moment, he no longer had any strength left to resist, and looked at Tang Ming with slightly dull eyes.
"You think you won..." A weak voice sounded, reflecting his unwillingness.
Tang Ming slowly pointed the sword blade at his chest, "You have done many evil things along the way. You should have died long ago. Now that you die in my hands, you deserve it."
Mu Qingyun sneered, "You were able to defeat me not because of this sword. If I hadn't led you to the Holy Land of Sword Dao, you would have achieved such an achievement."
Although this is a bit ridiculous, it is true. It was thanks to the other party's guidance that Tang Ming was able to obtain the Green Lotus Sword, but it also brought him endless pain and torture.
"If you really want to kill me, don't use this sword. Otherwise, even if you die, I will still look down on you!"
For an ordinary person, Tang Ming would probably sneer at such words, but facing the tough-talking guy in front of him, Tang Ming wanted to be convinced to the death.
"Clang!"
The Qinglian sword fell to the ground immediately.
Tang Ming then looked at him coldly, "Are you convinced now?"
But at the moment when the sword was dropped, Mu Qingyun's lips showed a sneer.
"You are still too naive!"
After saying that, Mu Qingyun picked up the Qinglian Fairy Sword that fell on the ground, and immediately slashed the blade towards his head.
Seeing that the guy in front of him was still stubborn, Tang Ming raised his fist and hit his heart hard.
"Bang!"
A thick, dull voice sounded.
Mu Qingyun spit out a large mouthful of blood again. He looked at the fairy sword in his hand with disbelief, because the sword blade was only one centimeter away from being able to hit the opponent's neck.
But just this short distance made him lose everything.
"Why...why can't I use the fairy sword!"
The final distance was like a chasm that Mu Qingyun could not cross, because he could clearly feel that the fairy sword was resisting him.
When he felt that the life span in his body began to drain rapidly, the fairy sword in Mu Qingyun's hand began to slip out of his hand.
"Clang!"
The sword fell to the ground, and Mu Qingyun's figure gradually leaned back.
Lost?
Does this mean he was defeated?
I am not willing to give in. As a holy son, how could I lose to you!
In the end, he still stretched out his palm, trying to grab Tang Ming's body, but the last thing he saw was the gorgeous colors in the sky.
"Is this the sky?"
"I've been overlooking it for so long...I've even forgotten this beautiful scenery..."
I have been looking at the weak monk at the foot of the mountain with disdain all my life, but I have forgotten that I am just a tiny mayfly under the vast sky...
When he realized that the opponent's life force had completely disappeared, Tang Ming gasped for air.
It was at this moment that Wan Chutian in the sky also noticed that his disciple's life force suddenly dissipated.
Then when he went down to the ground, he saw Mu Qingyun's lifeless corpse.
"No!" A roar sounded, and then he looked at Tang Ming with angry eyes.
"Boy, you killed Mu Qingyun, I will definitely kill you here today!"
The sound of rage fell, and thunder suddenly broke out between heaven and earth.
Wan Chutian held the Qiankun Sword in his hand and stabbed Tang Ming in an instant with the force of thunder and lightning. The blade full of murderous intent seemed to want to kill him...
